I was Invited to the Wedding of Former Fiancé Despite my Engagement Being Annulled. I Couldn’t Refuse, so my Brother’s Friend Accompany Me Translation

12. The End of the Vacation

I had decided to attend the wedding of Gorman and Irena.

Just thinking about it made me feel heavy.

Why should I celebrate Gorman’s marriage right after mine had just been annulled?

Since Irena was my cousin, I wanted to congratulate her. However, I was aware that the Count of Orfels and Gorman were planning to humiliate me. As I wasn’t a saint, I just couldn’t accept it lying down.

However, I’d attend because I had received a formal invitation from the count. Or more like, I had no choice but to attend.

Phil would come with me. Somehow, I was sure everything would be alright.

Therefore, I would consult him often during his vacation!

…Or so I thought.

But it seemed that Phil’s one-month vacation had come to an abrupt end.

While rolling on the floor, Phil sighed for a long time. He had been like that since the morning.

“I don’t want to work. I don’t want to return to the royal capital… I still want to stay on vacation, so why…???”

In his hand was a letter that arrived yesterday.

Yesterday, a knight covered in sweat marched his horse to my place.

I was surprised when he revealed that he held a letter for Phil. The knight tried to push the letter to Phil with all his might, but Phil didn’t even spare him a glance.

The knight, who was on the brink of tears, handed the letter to Alves, who had just returned from the fields. He then ran away without waiting for a reply.

Although in a daze, my brother immediately realized that it was intended for his friend. He forced Phil to receive the letter.

Finally, Phil read the letter.

…I still didn’t understand the customs of the imperial knights.

Phil decided to open the letter after dinner was over.

He should’ve left that morning, but as of the present, he was still on the floor.

“…Phil, I made you a lunch box, so do your best.”

“I’m happy with the lunch box, but I don’t want to do my best. I still want to rest. I want to stay here. I want to eat Lucia’s homemade meals. I hope the river rises up and swallows the bridge…”

“Don’t say such an ominous thing. Isn’t that the only bridge in our territory that leads to the royal capital? If it gets flooded, we’ll be stuck here.”

“That’s right… my bad, I’m the worst. I just want to die…”

Phil, gloomy, apologized honestly to Alves.

Under usual circumstance, Phil wouldn’t apologize that easily. Alves looked at me with a bitter smile.

Since it couldn’t be helped, I took a plate of freshly steamed bread and knelt next to Phil.

“I’m not angry, so get up. I’ll give you some steamed breads with beans.”

“…If Lucia feeds me, then I might recover.”

What is he talking about?

However, because I felt sorry for him, I tore the still warm steamed bread and put it inside his mouth.

“Alright, open up.”

Phil immediately opened his eyes.

His gaze alternated between my face and the steamed bun in front of him. Then, he quickly opened his mouth.

Does he truly intend on doing this?

No matter how beautiful his silver hair looked, a man in his mid-twenties acting like a baby wasn’t cute.

Honestly, I was reluctant to do it, but since my brother stared at me with a pleading gaze, I decided to keep feeding Phil.

“…How delicious. It’s full of beans.”

“I put a lot of them inside the lunch box. I also made a lot of simmered potatoes, and they are filled with the beans that Phil loves. You can return the container the next time you return.”

“Then, the next time I come, I will stuff it with sugar instead. Or maybe, gold dust is better.”

“Why would you fill it with gold dust?”

“It’s worth a lot… ah, I don’t want to go… I want to be a child of this house…”

Although Phil still acted spoiled, I felt like he had brightened up a little.

Alright, let’s keep doing it.

I fed the remaining steamed bread to Phil in quick succession.

After he had devoured everything, he regretfully licked his lips and then finally stood up.

“It can’t be helped. Shall I go back to work?”

“The working Phil is cool!”

“…Okay, I feel like I can do my best. Alves, thank you for your help. I’ll see you next time.”

“You’re always welcome.”

Alves responded with a smile and then helped carry out Phil’s luggage.

Phil, who was lightly dressed, suddenly turned around.

“Lucia, can we talk for a moment?”

I, who was about to follow my brother, stopped.

***T/N: Phil, you’re being too relatable right now.

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